Before she could argue, he guided her away from the study door, firm, but gentle, and with a decisive motion—
Bam!
The door shut behind him.
Olaedo stood frozen, her mind struggling to process what had just happened.
Did he just… push me out? she thought, blinking in disbelief.
But instead of feeling insulted, a strange warmth stirred in her chest. His actions, though undeniably high handed, had carried a sincerity she couldn't ignore, the kind that left an unexpected ache in her heart.
With a quiet sigh, she gave in and climbed into the bed. The moment her body sank into the plush mattress, a soft gasp escaped her lips.
Oh, wow… this is— her thoughts trailed off as the comfort enveloped her like a cloud.
The sheets were smooth, the pillows perfectly balanced, and the mattress cradled every inch of her tired body. A blissful smile tugged at her lips.
"Looks like I might just have the best sleep ever," she whispered.
One minute passed.
No sleep.
Two minutes.
